Who's Your Daddy?

by Gallagher, Lauren

  “No. No, don’t do that.”

  “That’s what I thought.” She swung her long legs over the side of the bed and stood. “So tell me, Isaac,” she said as she moved toward me, “what do you want to do for your birthday?”

  “I…” I couldn’t help staring at her. God damn, she was gorgeous, and my fingertips tingled with the mere thought of touching her. Touching her everywhere.

  “It’s your birthday.” She put her arms around me, and her naked skin was hot even through my clothing. “Whatever you want to do, just say the word.”

  There were a lot of things I wanted to do, that was for sure, but speech was lost on me. I’d been with her before, but never alone. Never like this. I’d thought having an audience, double-teaming her with someone who had more experience, was intimidating, but this? I might as well have been a teenaged virgin all over again.

  “Isaac?” She took my hand. “You’re shaking.”

  My face burned hotter. “Just…” I swallowed. “A bit nervous, I guess.”

  She kissed the backs of my fingers. “We’ve done this before, though.”

  “Yeah, I know, but not…” I avoided her eyes. “Don was there, so I guess this is my first time on my own.”

  “You’re not on your own.” She smiled and reached up to pull off my tie. “You have me.”

  “That’s not what I meant. I meant…” I paused, then shook my head. “I don’t even know what I meant. I’m sorry, Carmen, this is—”

  “Don’t apologize,” she whispered, tossing my tie on the floor. “We’ll just take our time. And if you don’t want to continue, all you have to do is tell me, and we’ll stop.”

  I grinned. “I’m not worried about stopping.”

  “Just worried about doing something wrong?”

  I nodded, cursing the heat in my cheeks. “I swear, I’m not this clueless.”

  “I know; we’ve fucked before, remember?”

  “That’s true, we have.” I gulped. “But I had him here to make sure you got what you wanted. This is my first time without adult supervision.”

  She laughed. “You aren’t giving yourself nearly enough credit.” Her lips curved into a smile as she kissed me again. “You have nothing to worry about.”

  “I’ll take your word for it.”

  “Trust me.” Carmen unbuttoned my shirt with hands much steadier than mine even aspired to be. When it was unbuttoned, she grasped the front of my shirt and led me to the bed. There, she pulled me down on top of her.

  I sank against her and kissed her hungrily, moaning when she hooked her leg around my waist and pressed her hips against my very, very hard cock. She slid her hands under the lapels of my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. I was still mostly dressed, but losing that single article of clothing created a startling sense of exposure, and I shivered.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” I moistened my lips. “What about you?”

  Carmen grinned. “Oh, I’m just fine. But you? You are entirely too dressed.”

  I laughed. “Maybe we should do something about that.”

  “There’s no maybe about it, Isaac.” She kissed me. “Clothes. Off.”

  Like I was going to argue with that. It took us less than a minute to get the rest of my clothes onto the floor where they belonged, and as we sank into bed again, I pulled the sheet up over us.

  With fingers in each other’s hair and legs tangled up beneath the covers, we made out like we had all the time in the world to explore each other. The sheet covered us, but it also bound us, loosely cocooning us in the same bed. A smooth, Egyptian-cotton barrier between us and the rest of the world, but emphasizing the lack of a barrier between her body and mine.

  Everything about her was familiar and unfamiliar, all at the same time. Where I was accustomed to the angular planes of a male torso, hers was all soft, smooth curves. I traced those curves and contours with unsteady hands, but I wanted to see every inch of her, so I pushed the sheet out of the way. I watched my hands follow her waist to the swell of her hips, marveling at the fact that this was real. That she was real. I’d always thought her tight jeans and tapered blouses emphasized every sensual, sexual curve of her figure. I was wrong. They muted it, hiding from the rest of the world what I now held in my hands. Clothed, she was sexy in the purest, most beautiful sense of the word. Like this, naked except for my hands, she defined sex.

  I traced her body with my fingertips, just drinking her in. Her breasts were, like the rest of her body, gorgeous. Not large, not tiny, but perfectly proportioned to her figure, though considerably bigger than the first time we’d done this. Because of the first time we’d done this, I realized, but I forced those thoughts back.

  The soft roughness of her nipple fascinated me as much as the smooth warmth of her breast. I bent and closed my lips around her nipple, letting my tongue explore that intriguing texture.

  She whimpered softly and squirmed. “God, Isaac, you’re definitely doing fine without Don here.”

  I laughed and moved up to kiss her. “We’ll see what happens when things get more complicated.”

  “Complicated?” She grinned. “Is sucking cock complicated?”

  I eyed her. “Well, no…”

  She winked. “Same deal. Trust me on this.” Before I could protest, she pulled me down and met my lips with hers. Mid-kiss, she pressed her hand against my shoulder and shifted her weight. I followed her lead, and we settled onto our sides.

  Then she broke the kiss and met my eyes. She closed her fingers around my hand and brought it up to her lips. Holding my gaze, she kissed one fingertip. Then she sucked my finger between her lips.

  A memory flashed through my mind of Donovan sucking my fingers after I’d teased Carmen’s pussy, and I pulled in a sharp breath.

  Carmen grinned, her eyes narrowing as if she’d read my mind and knew exactly what I was thinking. Then she put my hand on her breast, letting it rest there for a moment before guiding it lower. The whole time, we held each other’s gazes, and I swallowed hard when she parted her legs, her thigh brushing mine.

  Goose bumps prickled up my arm and nerves fluttered in my stomach, but I didn’t care, and we both shivered when my palm brushed over the thin strip of coarse, carefully trimmed hair before my fingertips found her pussy. She was wet, oh God, she was wet, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to let one finger slide inside her. Then two. Holy fuck, she was tight. So damned wet and tight, and before this night was over, I’d be inside her.

  The thought sent a shudder of anticipation down my spine. If ever I wondered whether I really was bisexual, there was no doubt now. With her body against mine and her tight pussy around my fingers, with the way my cock ached to be deep inside her, there was no question in my mind.

  Carmen nudged my hand, and I withdrew my fingers. Just as Donovan had done before, she led me to her clit and showed me where and how to touch her. My fingertips slipped over the smooth nub, circled it the way she and Donovan had both shown me before, and the way she bit her lip and whimpered told me I was doing something right.

  I moved my hand back down, and we both exhaled as I slipped one finger, then two, inside her. She put her hand on the back of mine and pressed down gently, until the heel of my hand rested across her clit. Her hips moved in time with my fingers, and with every stroke, my fingers slipped in and out of her with greater ease.

  “I told you it’s not—ooh, fuck.” She closed her eyes and exhaled, her hips lifting to press her clit harder against my hand. “Told you it’s not complicated.”

  “So if this isn’t,” I said, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck, “maybe that means other things aren’t either?”

  Carmen whimpered. “No, no, they aren’t.”

  I grinned against her skin. “Speaking from experience?”

  “As both giver and receiver,” she said.

  I looked up. “Seriously?”

  She laughed. “What? Did you think you were the only one who’
d done a little experimenting on both sides of the fence?” She reached down and grasped my wrist. As she brought my hand up, she said, “And yes, I know what it’s like learning my way around a woman in front of someone else.”

  “Do you, now?”

  “Yes, I do.” She sucked my fingers between her lips, just like she’d done earlier, and when our eyes met, my mouth watered.

  As soon as she released my hand, I bent to kiss her, and the tangy sweetness of her pussy on her own tongue made my head spin. Fear of doing something wrong, of somehow not knowing what I was doing, fell by the wayside.

  Still kissing her, I rolled her onto her back and got on top. She parted her legs for me, and when my cock brushed that thin, coarse strip above her pussy, it took every ounce of restraint I possessed to keep from fucking her right then and there.

  Not yet, though. I’d tasted her before, if only on Donovan’s lips and her own, but I wanted to really taste her.

  I kissed my way down her neck to her chest, pausing there to tease each nipple in turn. As I continued downward, she moaned and squirmed, trembling every time my lips touched her skin. When I reached that thin strip of hair, I looked up at her.

  “I’ve never done this, so—”

  “I know. Just be gentle, and you’ll be fine.” She smiled, and in spite of my nerves, I returned it.

  Then I moved farther down and settled between her legs. I wrapped one arm around each of her thighs, letting my hands lay flat across her belly. I kissed her inner thigh and started toward her pussy. Nerves tried to work their way in—I don’t know what I’m doing. What if I don’t like this? What if she doesn’t like it?—but I ignored them.

  I didn’t really know what to expect when I went down on her, so everything was new. Her taste, her scent, the slick heat against my tongue, the way she moaned and moved in response to my touch. Slowly, I ran the tip of my tongue along the very edge of her pussy lips, just enough to catch her sweet taste, and oh God, any fears I might have had about not liking this evaporated. She tasted stronger than I’d expected, or maybe I just wasn’t accustomed to her yet, and I loved it. The heady taste of her pussy sent a tingle all the way down to my curling toes. She tasted like heaven. There was simply no other way to describe it.

  With less hesitation now, I explored her pussy with my mouth.

  I made a wide circle around her clit with my tongue. The next was smaller, as was the one after that, spiraling closer and closer. When I fluttered my tongue around her clit, her breathy moan told me she liked it, so I did it again.

  “Oh, God, that’s…” She lifted her hips, pressing her clit harder against my tongue. “Use…use your fingers.”

  I released her hips and put my weight on one arm. With my free hand, I teased the entrance to her pussy while I continued teasing her clit with my tongue.

  “Isaac…damn it, you’re…” She released a frustrated sound and seized my hair in one hand. “You’re such a tease.”

  I slid my fingers into her, and the frustrated whimper turned into a breathless cry of pleasure.

  “Bend—” She gasped. “Bend them. Just a—oh God, yes.”

  She absolutely overwhelmed me like this. The taste of her pussy, the deliciously helpless sounds she made, the way she tensed and trembled and tightened as I teased her clit with my tongue and fucked her with my fingers. Her fingers twitched in my hair, grasping enough to make it almost hurt, and I couldn’t help groaning against her clit. That resulted in another soft cry from her, so I did it again. And again. For all my fears of being unable to please her, there was no mistaking the tremors that threatened to rattle her to pieces in my arms.

  Oh God, am I actually going to make her come?

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned, gripping my hair tighter. “Fuck, Isaac, keep doing it just like…please don’t stop.”

  I didn’t stop. She begged for more, I gave her everything I had, and still she begged. My jaw and tongue ached, but I didn’t care, not when she was that close.

  “Oh…fuck…” She gasped. Shuddered. Then, with a delirious cry that reverberated across every last one of my nerve endings, she came, and she came hard, swearing and shaking and gasping, and her orgasm had to be one of the hottest things I’d ever heard, felt or tasted.

  Still panting, she sank back down to the bed. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Isaac, please, please, fuck me…”

  I pushed myself up, and she dragged me down to her, kissing me deeply and passionately as she wrapped her legs around my waist. The head of my cock pressed against her slick entrance, and with a single thrust, I was deep inside her.

  We both froze.

  She looked up at me, I looked down at her, and I held my breath as I withdrew, then slowly pushed back into her. As I pulled out this time, she drew me down to kiss her. As I moved back in, her tongue parted my lips, and the deeper I slid into her, the deeper we kissed. I fucked her harder, and we kissed more passionately, more desperately, until we were both panting too hard.

  I raised myself above her and thrust into her, my arms quivering beneath me.

  “You’re still shaking,” Carmen said. “You’re not still nervous, are you?”

  “No, not in the least.” I dipped my head and let our lips brush. “Just from holding myself up.”

  “Hmm, maybe you should let me get on top,” she said. “It’s your birthday; you shouldn’t have to do all the work.”

  “Hmm, I don’t think I’d call this work.”

  “You don’t want me on top?”

  “I didn’t say that.” I pulled out and, taking her with me, rolled onto my back. “I just said I wouldn’t call it work.”

  She laughed but then bit her lip and moaned softly as she pressed against my cock. I was about to suggest she lift up so I could guide myself to her, but with a roll of her hips, she took me inside her.

  “Oh my God…” I groaned, arching my back and closing my eyes as she rode me. What she did with her hips, a combination back-and-forth roll while moving up and down, it was unreal. “You feel incredible.”

  “So do you,” she whispered.

  I looked up at her. Sweet Jesus. Women may not have been my first inclination, but this one? I’d forgo most men to touch her.

  And from here, I could touch her. In this position, my hands were free to roam all over her body. I ran them up her sides, over her breasts. When my palms brushed her nipples, she gasped and faltered, so I did it again. Then again.

  “You like that?” I murmured.

  She nodded. “Do it…harder.”

  “Harder?”

  She guided my thumbs and forefingers to where she wanted them, so I was pinching her nipples. “Do it hard.”

  “Like this?”

  “Mm-hmm.” She moaned and rode me faster. “One advantage to being pregnant, I guess. My nipples have never been this sensitive.”

  “It doesn’t hurt?”

  “Oh, it does,” she breathed. “God damn it, it feels good.”

  “Is that right?” Before she could answer, I pinched them just a little harder, and she gasped as her pussy clamped down on my cock. I grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  “Hell, yes.” She leaned forward and rested her weight on her hands. At this angle, and with her arms to hold her up, she moved her hips even faster, even harder, and I could have sworn she was even tighter, and I was even deeper, and Christ, she knew just how to move to drive me out of my damned mind.

  And she must have moved just right to rub her clit against me, because she threw her head back and cried out, her pussy tightening around my cock, and there was no way in hell I could have stopped my own orgasm if I’d wanted to. I seized her hips, pulled her down onto my cock, and came so hard my eyes watered.

  Chapter Eight

  Carmen

  I collapsed on the bed beside Isaac. We both wiped sweat from our brows and struggled to catch our breath.

  “That was…” He swept his tongue across his lips. “That was amazing.”

  “Yo
u’re telling me,” I slurred. I searched blindly for his hand, and when I found it, clasped it loosely in mine. “If you want more practice with a woman, you just tell me the time and place.”

  He laughed. “Good to know. I might take you up on that.”

  “Fine by me.” The man definitely needed to give himself some credit. He might not have had experience with women, but he was no virgin. Oh, Don, you lucky, lucky man.

  Lying on his back, he wiped some sweat off his brow and made a half-assed effort to straighten his blond hair. And his abs…Jesus Christ, the man’s abs. Smooth, flat, with a trail of darker hair leading down to his cock. If I could have moved one of my trembling hands with any semblance of coordination, I might have run my fingers up and down that narrow treasure trail between the grooves in his six-pack. I always said Don had impeccable taste in men. Apparently, I was right.

  After he’d caught his breath, Isaac turned his head toward me. “So you and Don must have discussed this?” He laughed self-consciously. “The fact that I had a little performance anxiety?”

  “He just said it was a bit overwhelming for you, and we both completely understood why it would be.” I shrugged. “That, and we both thought you might enjoy this, so…”

  Isaac grinned and moved closer to me. “You two know me too well, don’t you?”

  “We do, apparently,” I said. “But I have to say, I was surprised as hell when I found out you were curious. I always thought you were, you know…”

  “The word is ‘gay’, I think,” he said, chuckling.

  I laughed. “You know what I mean.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, I do. And I never really said anything about it to anyone except Don. We’d talked about it a little. Thought about maybe finding a third.” He absently played with a few strands of my hair. “I didn’t realize that third would be you, though.”

  “Surprise!” I grinned. “To be honest, I was kind of afraid it was just the wine talking, but…”

  “No, not at all.” He smiled. “I think the wine just lowered everyone’s inhibitions.”

  “So did you guys actually try looking for someone to join you?”